[He lets out a drawn out breath and takes a moment to get them over to the stairs of the boardwalk. A pause there and he figures here is good for a break and starts to help him take a seat on the steps. Even if Keith might not need a break, he does, physically and emotionally.

There's tension from strain in his voice as he answers.] Maybe. Something like that. If you're a Coldblood, anyway. There's five different types of blood, they all look different and do different stuff. Coldbloods feel cold to other people but they don't get cold. And the powers it gives you is different from person to person.

[He looks down at his gloved hands as he's talking and goes to sit down with careful movements on the other side of the steps. He's tense and lets out a shuddered breath through his nose as he gives Keith a second to take that in.]